Little guy away from home
Dec. 31st, 2003 10:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojWhile I was busily meme-ing, I got a call from Chris. It seems Justin had been quite happy in Calgary, but then suddenly appeared near Chris with his eyes a little red and his face very downcast. Apparently he had finally realized that no, Mama really wasn't there. And wasn't going to be there. He wasn't crying, but was quite sad.
So Chris called, and asked me to talk to him for a little while. Which is not as easy as it sounds - Justin doesn't really understand that I can't see him, for one thing, so for example when he told me he was eating a sandwich and I asked him what type, he told me, "This one."
"What kind of sandwich is that, sweetie?"
"Did you see it? I showed you!"
Anyway, we chatted for a little while, talking about how to not feel so sad in Calgary. I pointed out that he was with lots of his family - even if I wasn't there, and he couldn't drink his own milk (?), or sleep in his own bed. Reminded him that he would be home in a few days, and that we could talk on the phone every night.
Then he asked me to tell him a story. "But not a true story," he specified.
"You mean, like a bedtime story?"
"Yeah!"
"One you already know, or a new one?"
"A new one!"
Uh... well, the phone had an annoying buzz that Justin had asked about earlier, so I decided to make a story out of that. Told him about this phone that buzzed all the time, until one day a phone repair lady came and took it apart with her screwdriver, and found a nice little bug family living in there, told them they had to leave because they were annoying everyone, and gave them an old broken phone to live in instead. And everybody lived happily ever after.
I guess he liked it, because he was a lot happier after that. Then Chris told him he had to say goodbye, and he cheerfully said "Bye Mama! Daddy, there's a bug in the phone!!"
I may have to explain that one to Chris later.
So Chris called, and asked me to talk to him for a little while. Which is not as easy as it sounds - Justin doesn't really understand that I can't see him, for one thing, so for example when he told me he was eating a sandwich and I asked him what type, he told me, "This one."
"What kind of sandwich is that, sweetie?"
"Did you see it? I showed you!"
Anyway, we chatted for a little while, talking about how to not feel so sad in Calgary. I pointed out that he was with lots of his family - even if I wasn't there, and he couldn't drink his own milk (?), or sleep in his own bed. Reminded him that he would be home in a few days, and that we could talk on the phone every night.
Then he asked me to tell him a story. "But not a true story," he specified.
"You mean, like a bedtime story?"
"Yeah!"
"One you already know, or a new one?"
"A new one!"
Uh... well, the phone had an annoying buzz that Justin had asked about earlier, so I decided to make a story out of that. Told him about this phone that buzzed all the time, until one day a phone repair lady came and took it apart with her screwdriver, and found a nice little bug family living in there, told them they had to leave because they were annoying everyone, and gave them an old broken phone to live in instead. And everybody lived happily ever after.
I guess he liked it, because he was a lot happier after that. Then Chris told him he had to say goodbye, and he cheerfully said "Bye Mama! Daddy, there's a bug in the phone!!"
I may have to explain that one to Chris later.
